#and mixing the two together

[noodles-and-tea]

Your phineas & ferb + gravity falls art brings back so many nice memories from my childhood, thank you so much for sharing <33

“You listen to Icelandic pop sensation BABBA? I… I love BABBA…”

[meltesh28]

my buoys...

[paintedcrows]

There you are, hiding from your friend Bill, are we?

Or, why you should never let your demon near your brother pet cat. Fan art for the wonderful fic 'How to Cat Burglar a Family' by @dark-lord-of-awesomeness! It's now complete! And (despite how this looks) very sweet!!

[lesliemeyers]

look at me in the apocalypse...

for @spstyleweek day 4: apocalypse!

The basic tldr of this setting is What If back during Bigger Longer & Uncut, Kenny's wish to change everything back to how it was before the Canada vs. America war didn't completely cancel out the prophecy about Satan reigning over earth... but rather just delayed it. And now, in modern day South Park (post-Nobody Got Cereal?) Satan's dead... so when an accident while Terrance and Phillip are on tour causes their demise in Colorado, there's nobody even ruling over the hell that breaks loose, it's just pure chaos.

[mechncheese]

Watching all this is bloody hilarious. You’re so scared of the Skystar fans, meanwhile I (A Skystar fan) am just watching all this while eating my M&M’s and enjoying the show. Your paranoia and internal screaming is incredibly entertaining XD

Suffice to say, watching the brain worms infect your mind as you fight back like a protagonist getting possessed is more fun then any TV show I’ve ever watched. I’ve succumbed to the mind control a long time ago, I know how this ends HAHA

PROTAGONIST FIGHTING BACK A POSSESSION IS EXACTLY HOW IT FEELS AND THE AUDIENCE WATCHES WHEN THE ROT TAKES A HOLD OF ME AND I GO UNDER ! Still fighting that possession btw, I am. Still fighting. You know how this ends. And so do I but I am still going to fight it like no tomorrow AND IM SCARED

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

Bruce is six years old when he promises Gotham that he will be her protector, if she will help him. He is too idealistic, too naive, too young to know what it means to make such an open-ended promise to a city like Gotham. Too like his parents. He means well, he means it truly, so young but already too aware of the need in her streets, the corruption, the pain, from murmured conversations by worried adults far over his head.

He promises. She accepts. But nothing comes for free in Gotham, especially not power. Her bargains are sealed in blood.

She takes his parents, a worthy sacrifice for the path carved out before him. She will be his guardian now—hard, demanding, exacting, the perfect teacher. She will be the shadows staining his steps.

He grows. He gives her everything he promised—his duty, his honor, his will, his might, his sweat, his blood. She gives him more. Two more bodies fall, blood in sand, and she gives him a son. A little light—a flash of anger, a spark of joy, the glow at the end of a long tunnel—to guide him onward and keep him moving forward, as he will guide others. Then another, swapped in payment for bloodied lips and scabbed needle marks, blood stopping cold and congealed. He loves them fiercely. He loves them too much?

She is life, so full of millions of flickering lives, but so she must also be death; with one so must go the other. She is a cat of a city, fanged, playful with a bite. She claws back the second gift, the second son. Not forever. It was never meant to be forever. Their deal was his parents, his blood sweat tears heart. But her other children have their own wants, though he is her first, her best, and she must let them have their indulgences. Life and death. Shadow and spotlight. Black and green. And that one had made promises of his own.

She borrows his boy and sends him another when he falters, almost falls. Shoves the twig of a boy under his arm like a crutch to keep him upright, allows for payment at a later date—a car crash, a sliced throat.

More come, and when they cross her borders, passage paid for by others, she delivers them to him. They are transplants, like the first, but they take root in her toxic soil like natives, sending out a rush of vines to climb her concrete. The girl knows Gotham, speaks her language with a fluency that rivals his; the boy is the blood of his blood, and she welcomes him as one of her own.

They change her, little by little, fight by fight, but not so much that the second son is out of step when he is returned, stained red by the blood of his own oath. Just borrowed, just transformed, returned to aid, to rival, to hack his own path. How they choose to fulfill their promises is not her concern.

She is life and she is death. She is vengeance. She is the night. She is dark shadow even as they turn her slowly, slowly into the light. She licks the blood from their wounds, the sweat from their brows, and breathes. And grows.

They are her forsworn. They are her children. And she will not let them fall.

[r3nblade]

[smokbeast]

As well as for dcatober, this one I went way too insane on but god do I love these two fuckin clowns and fnaf, every single piece for dcatober! I got so fucking excited when I saw there was a prompt for it so I had to go for it hehe. Again the wonderful prompt thank you so much for creating it is by blurasbunny!

[dailyjadenep]

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Remain in Light more like fart

[thelilylav]

Idk man Faybelle and Bunny are such a compelling dynamic. Like what do you mean girl whose destiny is to not be invited to anything is rooming with girl who starts the plot of her story by leading the main character to the scene. What do you mean girl whose destiny is constantly trying to avoid being late meets girl infamous for the party she will crash halfway through. Also the fact that Bunny canonically takes care of Faybelle’s pomeranian, who is the only person/creature she will willingly admit to liking apart from her mom???

There’s just so much surface level animosity between them that’s undercut by a surprising amount of trust and care, how could you not like them?

[pretzlforpresident]

Sonadowtober day 8/11: Surprise! + Caught in the Rain

Organized by @sonadowtober :>

extra doodle!

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

[sylenth-l]

Gotta get the jokes in while I can. Soon as I break rank it's all gloom and doom.

— Callum Sol

[relmint-draws]

Omg The Magnus Archives AU <333

The person in the middle of the second picture is @ashenstarbat89's oc, Finley Fableton (They/Them)! Make sure to check out their art as well they are very cool <33

[sergle]

color accuracy is lost bc of lighting but this was the start of the granny blanket project, I gotta take another progress picture when I knock out a significant amount